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So Far, So Good

 

Another cup of coffee black

Another ache in my poor back

You’d think by now I’d have the knack

Of traveling alone

 

But it’s just me in this old car

On a thousand miles of broken tar

I just saw a falling star

So far, so good, so far

From home

 

I’ll bet the folks all miss me so

Maybe not, well who could know

Things like that are touch and go

But what’s a man to do

 

I’m out here on this interstate

It’s 3 am and I’m wide awake

And as long as this old car don’t break

So far, so good, so far

From home

 

And the ones I love

And all I’m thinking of

Is turning this car around

 

Another cup of coffee black

Another ache in my poor back

You’d think by now I’d have the knack

Of traveling alone

 

When I’m old and when I’m tired

I’ll sit home and I’ll stoke the fire

Until then I’m up for hire

So far, so good, so far

From home

 

– Lance Cowan / David Mallett

This Heart Of Mine

 

Everybody tells me to just rest easy

They don’t believe it should take much time

Everybody tells me I’ll find another

But they don’t know this heart of mine

 

Everybody tells me your leaving will help me

It’s for the best, they say, I’ll find

But all that they see is their own situation

They don’t know this heart of mine

 

This heart of mine is forever

This heart of mine is for sure

Though you’re gone I can’t forget ever

This heart of mine is still yours

 

Everybody tells me they know how I’m feelin’

They’ve all felt worse pain sometime in their lives

Funny but that don’t bring no healing

They don’t know this heart of mine

 

This heart of mine is forever

This heart of mine is for sure

Though you’re gone I can’t forget ever

This heart of mine is still yours

 

You packed your bags and all your belongings

You walked right out of my life

Now I’m praying soon you’ll start longing

For the heart you left behind

 

This heart of mine is forever

This heart of mine is for sure

Though you’re gone I can’t forget ever

This heart of mine is still yours

 

– Lance Cowan

 

Little Johnny Pierce

 

Little Johnny Pierce grew his hair long

Sat on his front porch singing Dylan songs

All the neighbors wondered “what the hell was goin’ on

When he mowed a peace sign right into his parent’s front lawn

Yeah, yeah

 

Well his teacher and his preacher and his parents all concurred

“We gotta nip this thing before it grows much worse”

They said “Johnny get your head out of the clouds and come down to earth”

But they could see through his Lennon glasses he did not hear their words

 

Is it all just a passing fad

This talk of love and brotherhood

If it was as simple as that

Wouldn’t life be good

Yeah, yeah

 

“Peace on the Earth” was the wish he made

When he blew out 18 candles on his birthday cake

Even Uncle Sam sent a card to celebrate

Johnny was so scared to go but too scared to run away

 

Is it all just a passing fad

This talk of love and brotherhood

If it was as simple as that

Wouldn’t life be good

Yeah, yeah

 

So many years have come and gone

So many memories have passed along

The neighbors sometimes hear those old Dylan songs

And his dad still mows a peace sign in the front lawn

Yeah, yeah

 

– Lance Cowan / Terry Clayton

 

For You

 

It’s the glow of a ghost in the darkness

It’s the whisper of words never said

It’s the spark in the eye of the believer

And the vision he hasn’t had yet

 

It’s the sigh of a fire softly dyin’

It’s the stillness of pools underground

It’s the screams of a raven that’s cryin’

For treasure that cannot be found

 

It’s the spirit of tender hearts broken

It’s the wish on a falling star

It’s the thunder of a new generation

It’s the promise in the breath of a baby asleep in your arms

 

It’s the passion of wind in the canyon

It’s a callin’ you can’t understand

It’s the silver of frost in the garden

It’s the lines in the palms of your hand

 

It’s the fight of the lonely survivor

It’s the shade of the family tree

It’s the fragile future unbroken

It’s whatever you want it to be

The love I have for you

 

– Lance Cowan / Mark Elliott

Lost & Found

 

There’s a little house on the skirts of town

I remember it well, I can see it now

White frame on hallowed ground

Where most of my soul was lost and found

 

Bought a beat-up Falcon when I turned 18

And I sped away for a childish dream

Never looked back, never turned around

I was headed out to get lost and found

I was headed out to get lost

 

Man it’s a twisted road

That leads you to God knows where

Suddenly back where you come from

Is no longer there

 

New lines on a young man’s face

Where the miles of time are so clearly traced

Too soon the years unwound 

And left so much of me in the lost and found

 

I was yearning for a simpler truth

And I found my way back to the place of my youth

White frame had fallen down

Just one dream that was lost and found

So many dreams get lost

 

Man it’s a twisted road

That leads you to God knows where

Suddenly back where you come from

Is no longer there

 

– Lance Cowan / Sam Gay

Currently Red

 

She’s got a fake Picasso hangin’ on her wall

She bought it at the new frame place down in the mall

She’s got a 2-karat cubic zirconia ring

Man, what a deal, that Home Shopping tv!

And her hair is currently red

 

She speaks faux French while sipping on California wine

She says ‘s'il vous plait, Ernest & Julio, do it up right”

She strokes her porcelain china siamese

And basks in the shade of a silk ficus tree

And her hair is currently red

 

Sometimes she talks a little too much

She gets rattled and nervous

She loses her touch

But don’t ever doubt her

She means just what she says

And her hair is currently red

 

There’s a red rhinestone heart she uses to button the sleeve

Of a synthetic leopard-skin jacket she got from me

I know there are those who would question her tastes

Just they way they did mine on our very first date

And her hair is currently red

 

Sometimes she talks a little too much

She gets rattled and nervous

She loses her touch

But don’t ever doubt her

She means just what she says

And her hair is currently red

 

– Lance Cowan / Sam Gay

The Letter

 

The letter that you wrote me said you were doing well

But the more I read between the lines the sadder I felt

Though you told me that you missed me

It was easy to tell you were fine

 

You said you fit in easy and you found a place to stay

With a little bit of luck you might find a job today

But just when you’d be back home to me

Is gettin’ hard to say at this time

 

All in all you say it’s for the best

More and more you need me less and less

 

You said that I was welcome to come out anytime

Your new friends would like to meet me

You’d show me the sites

But every time I call you say the time ain’t right right now

 

Baby I’m the last one to keep you from your dreams

I guess that I was hoping your dreams included me

And it’s hard letting go

When you try to spread your wings and fly

 

All in all you say it’s for the best

More and more you need me less and less

 

– Lance Cowan / Terry Clayton

A Place For Everything

 

In my father’s house and his back yard

There are piles of junk and two rusted cars

They remind him of his younger days

He keeps his memories all over the place

 

He’s a packrat of some great repute

A fact that no man could dispute

Mom just shakes her head and sighs

And keeps her kitchen clean

 

Ahh there’s a place for everything

So why can’t he ever find anything

Still it comforts him just knowing

That it’s always there if he needs it

 

He’s built sheds and barns to house his stuff

There are shelves and bins and hooks and dust

His little empire fills him up with pride

The neighbors cringes, he just smiles

 

Ahh there’s a place for everything

So why can’t he ever find anything

Still it comforts him just knowing

That it’s always there if he needs it

 

Well I must admit I understand

These traits we share with his old man

Dad’s got higher piles of junk than mine

But I’m sure I’ll catch up in time

 

Ahh there’s a place for everything

So why can’t I ever find anything

Still it comforts me just knowing

That it’s always there if I needs it

 

He’s got buckets full of rusted bolts and two drawers packed with old remotes from tvs that died long ago and ashes from an old wood stove

His work bench is piled with wires and screws and things he’s not sure what they do, he’s got stacks of shingles, He’s got a perfect roof

And old electric motors too

 

Ahh there’s a place for everything

 

– Lance Cowan / Sam Gay

Blue Highway

 

Well I grew up on the side of a blue highway

In a town not much more than a wide, wide place

Rand McNally never called our name

They just traced the curves in the blue highway

 

I guess I’ve seen most all the 50 states

On vacationing station wagons license plate

They were lost and wondering how they’d strayed

And wound up on this blue highway

 

That blue highway

You might get lost before you find your way

Though it winds and winds 

It always winds up someplace

That blue highway

 

I was 17 when I got the need to go

‘Cause I’d seen my dreams go rumblin’ down that road

Mama cried, daddy waved

When I pulled out on that blue highway

 

That blue highway

You might get lost before you find your way

Though it winds and winds 

It always winds up someplace

That blue highway

 

Well I chased my dreams down that broken yellow line

Burnin’ up the young years of my life

More and more I miss that place 

At the far end of this blue highway

 

That blue highway

You might get lost before you find your way

Though it winds and winds 

It always winds up someplace

That blue highway

 

– Lance Cowan / Sam Gay

Fields of Freedom

 

She sits down on the edge of the field

Where the deep black forrest hesitated

She had come over so many miles

Running from a hate that she hated

 

In her eyes you could see her pain

The numbers on her wrist were her new name

And she cried for the lives left behind

But she smiled for her own life was regained

 

Said said “Freedom I feel

“It’s the flowers in the field

“That no one marches over

“Here in the sunlight

“Of a German afternoon

“I found a field of flowers in full bloom”

 

In her ears she could hear the sirens

The cryin’ dyin’ youth of war

As she turned and walked back into the forrest

She prayed “Lord save this field for freedom

“And may others follow”

 

“Cause freedom I feel

“It’s the flowers in the field

“That no one marches over

“Here in the sunlight

“Of a German afternoon

“I found a field of flowers in full bloom”

 

– Lance Cowan

Sound Of My Home

 

I’ve seen every tie and spike on this track

All of 47 years

Carried old ladies trunks on my back

Shoveled coal for engineers

 

I first took the throttle at 21

Haulin’ soldiers back from war

Sometimes I have wondered why I stayed so long

In the saddle of this old iron horse

 

Well maybe it’s the smell of the oil and smoke

The squeal of the wheels

And the headlights choked by the dark

And while others hear a lonesome whistle moan

i just hear the sound of my home

 

There once was a time when this engine did roar

And her silver sides would shine

Now it’s grown tired and its finish is worn

But then, so am I

 

Round the bend is Birmingham, my final stop

I’ll drop the throttle one last time

But I’d gladly give up this new gold watch

For one more mile down the lines

 

Well maybe it’s the smell of the oil and smoke

The squeal of the wheels

And the headlights choked by the dark

And while others hear a lonesome whistle moan

i just hear the sound of my home

 

– Lance Cowan / Jerry Vandiver

 

Mr. Ben McGhee

 

Mr. Ben McGhee just turned 93

Though most folks would never guess his age

He’d farmed all of his life

Out lived his daughter, sons and wife

And rarely spoke about his younger days

 

He had an old Silvertone

He kept hangin’ on his wall

Every night he’d take it down

And play his favorite songs

 

He’d sing one for his country

One for his Lord

And he’d laugh when he sang about that old T Model Ford

He sang one for the woman who shared his life

And he’d save that one for last

Cause she always made him smile

 

Mr. Ben McGhee felt as fit as he could be

The morning they took him to the home

And though his mind was crystal clear he would sometimes disappear 

And travel in his dreams back to the farm

 

He kept that  old Silvertone

Leanin’ against the wall

Every night he’d pick it up

And play his favorite songs

 

He’d sing one for his country

One for his Lord

And he’d laugh when he sang about that old T Model Ford

He sang one for the woman who shared his life

And he’d save that one for last

Cause she always made him smile

 

Well Mr. Ben McGhee passed away in his sleep

I guess it was a peaceful way to go

Then they sent for me to gather up his things

And as I sat there in his room all along

 

 

His old Silvertone

Was leanin’ against the wall

So I picked it up

And played his favorite songs

 

I sang one for his country

One for his Lord

I even laughed when I sang about that old Model T Ford

I sang one for my granddad who shared his life

And I saved that one for last

Cause he always made me smile

 

– Lance Cowan / Sam Gay

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